I remembered Daniel’s mocking, arrogant sneer on the frost-covered courthouse steps: “Enjoy economy class, Claire.”
He had truly believed that stripping me of his name would leave me stranded on the ground. He never understood that while he was busy posing for the cameras, I was purchasing the fleet.
I took a slow sip of the cold champagne, feeling a profound, unbreakable serenity settle deep into my soul.
“I’ve always preferred the view from the top,” I whispered to the empty clouds.
Suddenly, the heavy mahogany door to the forward galley slid open. My Chief Investment Officer, Marcus, stepped into the stateroom, carrying a sleek leather-bound portfolio.
“Madam Chairwoman,” Marcus said, bowing his head respectfully as he approached the table. “The acquisitions team in Chicago just finalized the foreclosure buyout. Vale Meridian now officially holds the clean deed to Daniel’s former sixty-story corporate headquarters on Wacker Drive.”
